"I'll be passing out report cards from the last semester out today," my accounting teacher said.
I rested my head on my hand, and waited for mine to reach me.
Nathan turned around and gave me the stack of envelops, I found my name and gave the stack to the girl behind me.
I ripped the envelope open and pulled the report card out.
- Mathematics: A
- Music Theory: A
So far so good...
- Accounting: C
- Physics: B
- Business: D
Well I mean I've never liked that class so whatever. But a D won't help me graduate from this Russian prison.
And what will dad say?
I made up my mind to talk to Mr. Winger in my next hour.
Perhaps I could do some extra credit or something.
I waited for the accounting class to be over and then spared my 20 minute break to go talk to Mr. Winger.
"Mr Winger?," I asked, sticking my head into the class.
"Yes, Miss Emily?," he said.
I walked fully in.
"I was wondering if..uh...I could somehow fix my grade," I said.
He showed me to sit in front of his desk. I did as I was told.
"Emily, I've given you that grade for a reason," he said.
"You've been missing out on some days. And when you're here you never pay attention," he said.
"I only skipped class because the weather was horrifying," I said.
He raised an eyebrow.
"In America, when there's a blizzard outside, they make a snow day and cancel all lessons that day," I said.
"Interesting. But here we don't, and we expect you to come to classes. The only excuse you can have is if you're sick and maximum sick," he said.
I rolled my eyes.
"But I need a good grade especially in this class! I've been getting good grades on my tests!," I said.
"Yes, but paying attention during class and participating in class is also very important," he said.
"If I don't have a good grade I won't be able to graduate this year," I said.
"What do you mean?"
"My dad only brought me here for a year, so I'll be "graduating" this year and go back to America. But with grades like this, he won't let me go back!," I said.
"Miss Emily, there's nothing I can do about that. I'm sorry. Unless, you do not miss more classes next semester and pay attention, with some extra homework, I'll see and think it over, and maybe do something about your final grade," he said.
"Oh thank you, thank you!," I cried.
"But mark my words, if I catch you not paying attention, you'll be stuck with me for the next year," he grinned.
I cracked a smile.
"Well, class is starting soon, so why don't you take this paper with you as your extra homework today, and give it back by next week," he said giving me a five paged paper.
"Okay," I said, taking it and going to my seat.
Well, I'll just have to cooperate more...
I sat down in my desk and looked at the paper.
I'd have to write a 1,000,000 word essay. Great. I suck at these the most.
I saw Nathan walk in, and he took his seat in front of me, turning around.
"Hey Emily?," he asked.
"What?," I said, writing down my name at the top of my essay.
"Could we hang out somewhere today?," he asked.
I looked up at him.
"I have a 1,000,000 word essay to write, so no thank you," I said, looking back down.
"What's that for?," he asked.
"I got a D in business and I need to fix the grade," I groaned.
"Oh...why'd you get a D?," he asked.
"Wasn't "paying attention" and I skipped some classes," I said, annoyed.
"Aha, I see," he said.
"Class eyes on me," Mr. Winger said.
I looked up and he was looking directly at me.
He smiled and nodded.
Great. Propaganda in school.
"Emily, I haven't seen your report card yet," dad said, walking into his office.
We were at work.
"Uh, that's because, they...uh....gave it out today and I forgot to bring it," I said.
"Oh I see. How are your grades?"
"Good...," I slowly said.
Dad raised an eyebrow.
"I just need to fix one of them," I said.
"Which one?," he asked.
"Business," I quietly said.
"What did you get Emily?"
"A.....D," I said, and hung my head.
"But your tests and quizzes are all good! Why'd you get a D?," he asked.
"Apparently I wasn't paying attention in class and I skipped a few due to those blizzards," I said.
"Oh..well that makes sense, but not enough to put your grades down to D!," he said.
"Did you talk with your professor?," he asked.
"Yep. He said I need to pay more attention and not miss out anymore, and maybe he'll do something about my final grade," I said.
"Well you better Emily, because if not you won't be able to graduate and you know what that means," dad said, walking out.
I sighed and spun around in my chair.
Well on one hand it would be good if I stayed. I mean Harry and I....are over?
If it was over wouldn't he just tell me?
Is it over?
Do I want it to be over? NO. Big fat no to that.
Just because of a misunderstanding it can't be over!
I took my phone out and called Harry.
I texted him
Um, I was just wondering....can we just meet and talk? Please? -Em"
I turned my phone off and got up from my chair.
I walked out to find some coffee.
If we could just meet....
So...I heard my story got to #2. WHAT!? Like...WHAT!? OMG!!!! You guys.....I wish I could hug you all <3
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